By Wes I remember the first time I felt the market shift under my feet. It was subtle — just a whisper of change in buyer urgency and a slightly warmer tone in seller negotiations. That kind of nuance is hard to spot unless you’re really paying attention. Today, with the RBA slicing the cash rate by…

by wes You can almost feel it in the air — the kind of early winter chill that sends people reaching for coats, pulling out heaters, and, if they’ve been watching the market closely, leaning into the Inner City real estate scene. Now, I know winter isn’t traditionally the season we associate with big moves. It’s the…

by wes Between the giant family catch-ups, the booze-fuelled lunches that somehow blur into dinner, the long beach days, and the general confusion over what day of the week it is, there’s one thing we often forget: this strange limbo between Christmas and New Year is prime time for real estate. Seriously. While you’re sprawled…

by Wes I’ve lived in a lot of places over the years: Johannesburg, Rockhampton, bits of Europe, and plenty in between. In those years, movement was a given. You had to travel to get things done, to see people, to feel connected. Driving long distances for dinner or errands wasn’t a burden; it was just…

By wes Last Saturday, Sydney finally shook off the rain. After what felt like weeks of soggy mornings and cold afternoons, the sun came out like it actually meant it. The air felt lighter. People filled the streets. Open homes were buzzing. There was something in the air. People smiled more. Conversations lasted longer. It…

by wes I keep falling for Instagram ads. A gorgeous handmade sweater. Shoes that look like they belong in a Paris boutique. Reasonable price, click, done. Then the package arrives and sometimes it’s not even in the same clothing category. A “wool cardigan” shows up as a polyester shrug. Once I ordered a shirt and…

by wes I found myself, not for the first time, standing in the aisle at Bunnings muttering like a lunatic. This was the sixth trip. I was clutching my third type of wall plug, fully convinced this one was the key to hanging the mirror. It wasn’t. I managed, instead, to gouge a hole in…

A few months back I went shopping for a couch. I thought it would be simple: find something comfortable, decent-looking and priced fairly. So I went to the Supa Centre and made the rounds. Coco Republic, King, Freedom. Each store was full of options, aisles of cushions and fabric swatches, endless shades of beige. Instead…

By Wes I’ve been at this a while. I’ve bought and sold property in a few different countries. Watched markets rise and crash. Made some good moves, and plenty of bad ones. What I wanted at 20 was pretty simple. I wanted to live in a hotel. Small rooms, clean lines, no maintenance. I loved…

By Wes I went downstairs to Island Radio to grab a coffee, and as I came back up, I checked the mailbox. Nothing unusual about the routine. Coffee in one hand, a few unread envelopes in the other. Then I opened one. A $4,000 fine. No warning. No explanation. Just four bold numbers and a…